At the hospital, Donovan Sheridan had just gotten crushed in a mobile game. He put his phone away, only for Chester Sawyer to pull him into a heart-to-heart.
"Uncle, I've been gone for almost two days. Why isn't my dad looking for me? Does he really not love me?"
"Why do adults love to lie to kids? First, they tricked me out of my lucky money, and now they won't buy me a Mercedes-Benz."
"No calls, no texts… Does he just want me to fend for myself out here?"
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"Tell me, I'm so exceptional, so why is he always so strict with me? Aren't I a breath of fresh air among the rich second-generation kids? Why isn't he looking for me?"
Donovan Sheridan was going insane!
'You were just lecturing me in that paternal tone a minute ago, so what the hell is this now?'
'Suddenly, he's playing the part of a poor, innocent victim.'
He was just like one of those teenagers who seem free-spirited and rebellious on the surface but have a sensitive, fragile side.
